Closed RP: Jaime and Lola and a Talk.

[nicknamegirl]

((Backdated to Valentine’s Day.))

Right. Busying herself and talking to Gatsby, to try and keep her mind away from Jaime and the Impending Talk, had only worked so-so. Fine. Lola knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. And besides, she had missed Jaime a lot during her mission. Part of her couldn’t wait to see him. So. She went up to her own room,

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[bantersucks]

Lola had interesting timing, to say the least. Jaime was just getting back into his room when she knocked - that is, coming in through the window. He'd been out flying to clear his head and just for the excuse to go out flying. Rural wizarding Scotland wasn't exactly teeming with superpowered crazy, so aside from helping put out a fire and some ensuing awkwardness it had been a pretty uneventful trip. (Luckily, the wizards whose house was ablaze had the sense to realize that no Dark creature would stop to help get people out of a burning building.)

So he was perched on the windowsill when he heard the knock, and trying to carefully step down to the floor when the Scarab informed him that Lola was on the other side of the door.

Which was why Lola might hear a "Wha-" and then a heavy thud. "Thanks for the warning, man. Smooth. Real smooth." This was followed by some scuffling and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor as he righted it and himself, as well as picked up the books he'd knocked off his desk. Footsteps approached

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Lola waited. And listened. Somewhere between the mumblings and the thuds on the other side of the door, her smile stopped being anxious and instead turned completely genuine. She glanced down, spotted the blue glow, and puzzle pieces came together in her mind. He'd been transformed. Was there are particular reason for that? She hoped he was okay. It didn't sound like he was in pain or anything, but you never knew...

The door opened. And there was Jaime. He looked... fine. Apart from the steam. Yeah, she would have to ask about that. The breeze coming in from the window was another sign of him having just been out... Good thing she'd arrived when she had, then, or she'd have missed him and spent some more time being ridiculously nervous about this conversation.

"Well spotted," she said, with slight amusement glittering in the corner of her eye. Then she lowered her voice and murmured, "Good flying weather, is it?"

[bantersucks]

Jaime was just relieved he hadn't opened the door suited up. That would have made things even more awkward.

"Huh?" Hello, wide open window. "Oh. Yeah. I kinda had trouble with the landing part," he admitted with an embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck and trying not to stare at Lola. Jaime had never quite understood the phrase "sight for sore eyes" until now. He was nervous as hell and simultaneously really happy to see her; it was a weird feeling, to say the least.

He remembered his manners and opened the door wider, stepping back so she could enter. "You, uh, you want to come in?"

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Lola grinned. It broke the tension a little. "It happens," she said diplomatically. Even angels had problems getting used to their wings. Lola had stopped counting all the times she'd fallen on her bum during training.

"Yeah, thanks." There was definitely something grateful in her voice. It felt like she hadn't been sitting down properly for days. Azhar had moved around a lot. She went inside, ignoring her fluttering heart, and turned around quickly to look at him. She was keenly aware that they hadn't kissed yet. Or hugged. Or... anything, really. Gah. It was frustrating, to not be sure how to approach him, and be thrilled to be back and completely dreading the situation at the same time. Still, there was one thing that she had to know before anything else.

"Um... How long was I gone?" she asked. "Hogwarts-time, I mean." Please don't say three months.